I can't resist my Master's need to tied my wrists with rigid leather thongs, manacled to posts pulling my arms apart. He too chains my ankles to the floor. How does this chab know I love this? I have a fun when this chab grabs my hair and makes me takes his pecker unfathomable down my mouth. He doesn't care if I gag. He keeps pushing it as far as that guy can, smacking the back of my head to go further down my neck. I will take it all, as lengthy as this guy desires. Of course, that guy too loves to stand me up, bow me over and pound my muff in. His giant shlong opens me up wide, reaching unfathomable inside me. Sometimes it's also much but this guy doesn't care. He grabs my haunches, pulls on my hair, slaps my mounds, making me screech, pulling me back on his pulsating boner over and over. When my legs go numb from all the orgasms, this chab pushes me back down on my knees to clean my muff juice off his knob. It tastes so nice. I always supplicate for my Daddy's cum. If I've cheerful him, this chab awards me with load. I tend to receive my crave.